Published: September 21, 2011
Good ol’ Droodle. This park is so all-purpose and basic to our Baltimore existence that we sometimes take it for granted. The city’s first big municipal park remains one of its largest, and it’s hard to imagine Baltimore without it. Its forested backwaters are even more impenetrable and mysterious since Irene felled numerous large trees onto the faded paths, while the more civilized portions of the park remain accessible havens for dog-walkers, runners, bikers, and ball-players of all varieties. The zoo, the swimming pool, and the playing fields are a boon to families, and the tropical house of the Rawlings Conservatory is the best place in Baltimore to escape the gray winter. On Wednesday evenings in harvest season, you can shop for goat cheese and peaches while swaying along to live jazz at the new farmers market. A good number of people head to the reservoir area just to wash their cars and chat of a weekend. Druid Hill is an indispensable, historic public space; we should be proud to call it ours.